Sunday, December 31, 2006


I need the poetry submissions narrowed to 30 and the prose down to 20 in about a week. Now's the time to ask me for help. I'm unemployed and unforgiving.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Why the Universe is a Cold Hard Place (and other tales)

The sun died in the apple orchard because there was a worm in it. If it wasn't for the chewy center all would have been absolved. After the feast, there was another feast in mourning. We ate all night. In the morning it was dark and the trees were leafless and rigid and to touch was like shivering and nobody cried at all.

Friday, December 22, 2006

You can now read my old story on juked

Though you've probably read it before. The Apocalypse of John.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Poem written at work...a line a day

This room is a dying ship, which means
in simple terms, a structure
standing in for music.

There are almonds on the ground
in place of gravel.

We eat what ends between our toes
forgetting the importance of respiration.

The hull is sore.
Our mouths are ragged.
Eighth notes standing in.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Holiday Schmoliday

I'm gonna kick my mistletoe
up your candied ass.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Guerilla Poetics

Guerilla Poetics. I have mixed feelings about stuff like this. Feels a little like guerilla advertising to me. Not that I'm against guerilla advertising, but if you're advertising your advertising, no? I don't know. Maybe not. I'm probably being ridiculous. It just sounds like advertising and it yanks out the thirteen-year-old-girl in me. Anyway. I'm sure Will's seen this already. He's seen everything. He's probably even shown it to be before. I should eat something.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


check out a new online journal absent

a lot of neat work & poems from fellow greener Nicholas Perrin (whom I don't actaully know, but whose name i recognize from slightly west, confirmed in the biographical note as producer of cross cultural poetics for the last two years)

Kari Edwards is Dead

Died yesterday. Announced on Silliman. We published her.

Monday, December 04, 2006

I miss the Pushcart deadline. Again.

I am the worst fucking editor ever. I barely have any responsibilities at all. Why don't I have a calendar? Why don't I know when the damn deadline is? Why would the deadline be at the end of the month? How stupid would that possibly be? Why don't I have artwork done? Why do we still not have business cards? T-shirts? Or patches of some kind?

Does anyone need help reading submissions?
We're supposed to put out an issue soon.